Too Late For Regret, Mr. Morrison

adn't slept all night. She was wearing a plain white shirt and jeans. The

ed mid-conversation to stare. Whispers

see the

e attacked

d di

aight to the private elevator and p

uite. Marcus Holloway sat at his desk, looking

. Morrison is in a

right past him

u can't go

he heavy mahogany do

itors displaying the faces of several board member

e ordered, h

g and pulled out the divorce agreement. She threw it

ENT were printed in bold

s chair, a slow, mocking smile spreading

to ask for a divorce?" he scoffed

t flinch. "S

t nothing. The prenup is ironclad. You'll walk out of m

rmen said, her voice steady. "The trust clause. As a failsafe, if the marriage lasts three years, I am entitl

"You are out of your mind if you think I

armen said simply. "And

won't

d, planting her hands on his desk. "I just need to ma

sts. "I will destroy you. I will make s

him, her gaze fla

ow. The color drained from Kian's face.

ou say?" he

syllable. "I hear her treatment in Switzerland we

came shallow. "Leav

ou did. You keep her hidden away like a dirty secret, but

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he desk. "I will kill you

shot back, pointing to the bandage on her

chest heaving. He looked

I will disappear. You will never hear my name again. Farrah wi

the pen t

oked at the pen. His face twisted

ed his signature across the bottom of the page, the

wing the pen across the roo

he agreement. She folded it ne

bye. She turned and

ept off the desk, followed by the shatter of glass. Kia

muting the chaos. She walked past Marcus,

doors slid shut, she finally let her